The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 211

Chapter 211 Pretending To Be A Couple

Lucien tensed. “The Marshalls and the underworld have a long–standing feud. Centuries back, our family obliterated the presence of the gangs in Voutsas. Attempting to revive your gang here is essentially igniting hostilities with my entire bloodline.”

“Then why are you going after the gangs?” Maren pressed.

“No mystery there,” Lucien answered instantly. “The gangs commit crimes. Folks from Baimsa should be more

familiar with that reality than I am.”

“What if my people don’t commit crimes?” Maren–countered calmly.

“A gang that doesn’t commit crimes? Is that even possible?” Lucien frowned, clearly doubtful.

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“Call it an unregistered community, maybe. It doesn’t have to commit crimes to be called a gang, right?” Though she operated in the underworld, Maren didn’t consider herself part of the darkness. “Our intention isn’t lawlessness–it’s independence. We want autonomy, not interference.”

Lucien hesitated, her words nudging something inside him.

He began to recognize the parallel. Despite the Marshall family’s prestige and authority, they were shackled in ways few could see.

For example, more people in the political world were supporting Higgs to be the next head of the Marshall family.

“I assume the Marshalls are unaware that you’re actually Thorn, huh?” Maren asked, slicing through the silence.

Lucien blinked. “How did you figure that out?”

Thorn was a whispered name in the city–feared, admired, but elusive. Everyone knew he was from the Marshall family, but no one knew exactly who he was.

“Is it that hard to guess? Just observe how everyone treats you.”

Maren had picked up on it. No admiration for strength, no deference–only silent disapproval. Like someone

who’d let them down.

Lucien stayed quiet.

“I can tell you’re someone who craves self–direction. You want to escape your family’s grip, but your loyalty keeps you anchored. And now you’re afraid they’ll drag you back in to take charge, right?” Maren continued.

She read him with such clafity it was unnerving–even to herself. The contradiction within him echoed too

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Responsibility, she thought, could feel like chains.

“You see through all that?” Lucien was taken aback. It felt like she’d peeled him open. He didn’t want to lead. He didn’t want Higgs to either. It was a messy knot.

“I’m telling you this because I see us as similar. Both chasing liberty. We should be allies,” Maren said, drawing him into her mission.

“Can your efforts to develop your gang in Voutsas solve my problem?”

By now, Lucien was almost convinced. A bit more, and he’d tip.

This was exactly what Maren wanted.

“I’ve already made my conditions clear. If you’re in, let me know what you’re asking for.”

“I want to use your forces,” Lucien said after a brief pause.

He had no desire to run the family, but he also couldn’t let Higgs seize it.

Higgs had the army behind him. and Lucien could use the influence from the underworld.

“Using my people is fine, but you’ll need to let them operate in Voutsas, right?” Maren replied, recognizing his agreement with her terms.

After all, her gang held Baimsa, and Voutsas was the Marshall family’s territory. Only with Lucien’s approval could her forces move freely.

In the end, Hayes realized he had walked right into Maren’s trap. But he had no choice but to comply.

“I’ll give you a number. Contact Simon for everything moving forward.” Maren gave Lucien Simon’s phone

number.

She asked Simon to manage the affairs in Voutsas because the Angels of Death was more intimidating in

Baimsa.

If the Angels of Death went to Voutsas, the Onyx alone couldn’t hold the city.

“Alright. But what about appearances?” Lucien asked. “I can’t exactly announce a partnership with a gang, right?”

Voicing such an idea would undoubtedly trigger a wave of public outrage, dragging his name through the mud and fracturing his influence–even among his own bloodline.

This was no minor concern.

Maren grew quiet, lost in contemplation.